Maybe when you’re dealing with limited sleep, limited hours in the day, a mucous-filled cold and recovery from abdominal surgery, the first thing to go is your creativity.  Wouldn’t surprise me one bit because I’ll be danged if I can think of anything terribly interesting to say today.  No one wants to hear me go on and on and on about how tired I am.  I mean, that is pretty much a given and if you’re anything like me, then reading about other people who are tired makes YOU tired and then you realize your bored and then you decide you might just never want to read my blog again.

We can’t have that, can we?

I do want to thank you all for the outpouring of response to my hat question. For what it’s worth, I’m pretty much resigned to just go along with Kile and have been since before I even put up that post.  I guess I was just interested in what other people thought about putting hats on newborns and was hoping that I wasn’t the only one who thought that after a week or so the kid didn’t need them so much.  Of course, you all have shown me that my opinion is definitely in the minority.  I guess it’s a good thing that Evie has at least one decent parent, huh?  Heh.  I was also rather charmed by Kile’s dogged insistence and fervor on the subject.  His protectiveness of her is rather cute, I think.  So I’m just going to suck it up and leave the hat on her 90% of the time.  I take it off when she’s nursing, mostly just to get her riled up and awake enough to eat a full meal (what is it about the boob that puts them to sleep??).  I’ll just resign myself to having to push the hat out of her eyes whenever it sinks down and cheeses her off.

I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if we had a bevy of newborn-infant hats to wear but we have like FOUR that even remotely fit her at the moment and I’m sick of looking at all of them. LOL!  What a nerd.  Anyhow, it’s time to move on past the newborn hat issue and let it die, don’t you think?

I found someone I knew years ago on MySpace today and it totally freaked me out.  I wonder who else I could possibly find on there.  I’m a little scared to find out.

Evie slept nearly the whole night on my chest.  And it wasn’t as bad as you would think it would be.  Sure, I kept waking up to check on her, but she loved the skin to skin contact and slept fantastically.  It was the first night in a long time that Kile didn’t get up with her and didn’t need to.

Okay, I’m not even trying to make sense anymore.  I promise you all, one of these days I will snap out of my fog and return to being the regular boring blogger you all know and love instead of this dumbed down, sleep-deprived and boring blogger you see before you.  (At least, I hope so.)